Blackmailed For Love

He didn't knock as he entered the small file room.He stood there and looked around, if he was impressed by the work I'd had done in just two days he didn't say it.

Instead when his eyes came back to me they were as cold and hard as an ice block.

Once upon a time they used to look at me like I was his whole world.

"Get up.We are leaving."

I blinked up at him, not understanding where he was taking me.

His eyes narrowed on me and he said, "You are not doing a good job of following my orders."

Not giving into the urge to roll my eyes, I stood up and grabbed my small purse.

Pressing my hand down to smooth out my skirt, I rounded the desk and I asked, "Where are you taking me?"

"Your home.I decided I'll drop my whore back at her place at the end of the day."

His words made me wince and he saw it as a moment later he grabbed my wrist to pull me in front of him.

His hard eyes caressed my face and he said, "I won't let you forget it.The way I couldn't forget.I'll keep reminding you and myself who you truly are."

I bit down the inside of my cheek and stared back at him.I won't give him the satisfaction of knowing how his words were scratching at my bruised heart.

He gripped my face and dug his fingers into my cheeks as he demanded, "Say it."

One thing about Kristian was, he always lashed out and did everything he could to not be the only one feeling the pain.

When someone hurts him he hurts them back tenfold.

And he didn't know how to stop until his enemy was beaten down and destroyed.

I had seen it with my own eyes.I knew it deep in my bones how far he could go.

So there was no trying to fight it.

Also, I just didn't want to fight him.

He had his demons and I used to be his comforting place despite our age difference but then I turned on him, became the one who broke his trust, and became another person in his list of demons.

"I am a whore." I said, giving him what he wanted.

Or maybe I was just a glutton for punishment His lips twisted.

"Whose?"

"Yours."

Only his.

Ever his.

"That's right.Don't you ever forget that."

He walked out of the room and made me follow him.

Unlike him my steps were hesitant as I followed him, I didn't want him to drop me home.

lied about my town, my schooling and my

my status as a

now he wanted to drop me home: Please, God, make

Nope.

Not on my side.

Like he ever is.

why?  His car

would make it any less than the beauty that she

as a memory from

his Ferrari GT and he had taken me

we had spent the evening later in the

without waiting for me or

moment later I heard the ignition turning

jogged quickly to the passenger side before he could get irritated and start to throw more of his mean

down, I

don't have to drive me.I can go.I'll take

He didn't say anything.

would hold a lover as

I knew where

Apartments, the wrong address I had written on the form after looking it up on

and tried again, "You

a few

me and he said,

you want

up on my forehead in

I couldn't take him up on his offer, I didn't have enough money to let him know that I wasn't making

I sighed.

buy them

have

wait for him to leave then I'll make

will probably cost me to take a different and longer route back to my actual place but

won't ask for the

me sad, more than the fact that I would be late to reach on time to

a slow stop at the sky

him and said,

that made me nervous and then, he

was becoming

knew

shook my head and put a smile on my face as

closed my eyes and cursed my fate

so much as

come and I didn't wait

to stand on my side, I blurted out, "You

He arched a brow.

couldn't come inside except

"Mom wouldn't want

stretched between us and

like hours he stood back against his car, crossed his legs at the ankles and folded his

I saw

like a

he was wearing a suit that was